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Swarup Sanyal
Be like a seuli
Be flower in this nature And fall down in the earth, Be like seuli in this autumn Bring loves in the heart.
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Waiting for you I shall be shoulder, Not fear hear Come like a flower.
In shoots
Swarup Sanyal
Alessandra Sorcinelli
Sleepy and still lazy traffic lights on without twilight sand and salt still in the shoes: slow recovery.
Between burning vine leaves and unripe grapes the autumnal dance starts; ancestral rhythm of awakening then tempered by a winter embrace.
Harvest of thoughts collected in sheets letters that we will never send slightly ajar drawers:
September air of mild conscience.
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Italy
